I lay on my bed at the end of the day, and for some reason, suddenly remembered the golden eyes.
Was it just this morning that I woke up from that bizarre dream?
Some wolves had prophetic dreams when the time drew near to their first shift. But I didn't want this to be my prophetic dream—especially since it felt way out of my league. I didn't want it, but the dream was so vivid. It clung to my consciousness for so long and was so hard to shake off… Urgh! Stupid dream.
In hindsight, thinking about the dream just before falling asleep might not be the best idea. I didn't really want to see a part two of the dream.
I did try to recall the dream, you know, just to double-check that there wasn't any hint of upcoming horror. To my relief, the memory was so faded that I could barely see any distinction between the faces or clothing of the men in the arena anymore. It was just those golden eyes.
Golden eyes that swirled into a darker amber. Definitely wolf eyes. Were they my wolf's eyes?
I knew I was watching the dream from behind these eyes for the most part. Who was the man next to me with the long black hair? And why, when he stepped back, did I have a distinct impression that we were very similar in height and build?
Oh right, and my hand was a very manly hand.
So logically, those golden eyes weren't mine.
But since they weren't my eyes, then why can't I forget them? In the dream, I couldn't look away the moment I saw them, and now, in my memory, those eyes still haunted me. This was either something incredibly romantic or skin-crawlingly creepy. I didn't feel either though.
The feelings behind those eyes were foreign to me... a depth of resolution that I couldn't quite reach. A force of reckoning that was both arresting and defiant at the same time.
Alright, just for the sake of argument, MAYBE it was a prophetic dream. One that, at this moment in time, I had no plausible interpretation for. I did write it down in my diary, so if it did happen, I would have proof. But I hope it wasn't.
Those eyes… wait, why was I going back to those eyes?
I was almost asleep. It had been a long day. I wondered why I had worried I wouldn't have much to write about today.
From Liam's first shift to lunch with the girls and then catching Aladdin red-handed—well, more like red-fanged—and meeting the three upperclassmen on the train ride home, and then breaking up with Madison. The last one was still feeling a little sore.
But I'm okay. I heal fast. I can take it. I can take a lot of things.
Tomorrow, I wonder if my diary entry will be shorter.
Oh right, Liam had his first shift last night. Did he have a prophetic dream too?
Was Golden Eyes my prophetic dream?
I tried to remember everything I had ever overheard about prophetic dreams:
It did seem like it regularly happened to wolves just before their first shift. And now that I was thinking about it, I realized they were rather formulaic. Can you interpret them?
I was running in a forest and then suddenly I saw a wolf (insert description of fur color), then he looked at me (insert description of eye color). = Congrats! You just saw your mate (in wolf form).
I was running in a forest and suddenly I saw a man (insert description of naked man here), then I looked up (insert description of eye color). = You are super lucky! You saw your mate in human form. In the nude, no less!
I was running in a forest in my wolf form. I stopped at a pool for a drink and saw my reflection (insert description of fur and eyes here). = That's you, girl! Well, at least it's your wolf.
Admittedly, "everything I had ever overheard" included what the girls sometimes discussed on TV dramas and webnovels, so my sources weren't exactly proper Lycan studies research. But let's work with what we have.
Based on all the prophetic dreams I remembered hearing about, these dreams took place running in a forest, and that's usually a good sign. It meant you're where you should be. But I've also heard that there were dreams where you see a lot of blood or fire. Either one, or both, everywhere was a bad sign.
In my dream last night, I was not running. There was no forest. And I didn't see just one attractive man... but they were all dressed, so don't let your imagination go crazy now.
So it probably wasn't a prophetic dream.
Even if it was, at least there was no blood or fire… which was also the reason I didn't want to see part two of this dream.
I mean, now I had moved from basing my conclusion on hearsay, TV dramas, and webnovels to pure speculation:
What were the chances that after giving his speech, Golden Eyes would be running in a forest and stopping to look at his reflection or meet his mate? Vs. what were the chances that this meeting in the arena would end up with something to do with blood/fire everywhere?
I thought so too.
I would like to cite all the references to my bedtime Dream Dissertation to the various women who dropped by and visited my lovely Luna Mum for chats.
I learned a lot about life from the conversations that flowed out over the living room at teatime.
Sometimes I think Dad should give it a listen. Then he would know stuff like how most of the pack thought of me as their future Luna and were expecting me to stop warrior training once I shifted.
Between the sounds of clinking cups and whispers of gossip, there was always a lesson to learn or a gem of information.
I remembered the golden eyes again.
And I felt a shiver run through my spine. I couldn't explain it, but I felt it.
It might actually be some kind of prophetic dream… I felt my eyes grow heavy.
Oh yeah, Wolfie, hurry up. Since my first shift was inevitable, I suppose it would be best to just get it over with. I don't want to be the last one to shift.
{Don't rush me.}
Huh? What? Who?
And then I fell asleep.